Come Spring

Come,  cool spring rain.

Gently wash over me with your sweet delicate touch,

and as you meet with the quickly thawing earth, beckoning the crocus to rise from  winter slumber, awaken me once again.

Come,  warm tangerine sun

Shine on me,  your warm soothing  rays

and as you kiss,  so gently the dancing wildflowers upon the rich golden meadow, kiss softly my ruby red lips once again.

peacockdaze

 

 

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